Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song That's Hard , by - Pete Rock. Song from the album Monumental, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 23.06.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Duck Down
Song language: English
That's Hard |
| Di dread at di control, international, control all thru di world |
| Nuh version we martial we nuh partial |
| We play nuff bwoy selections without objection!!! |
| Two rudeboys!!! |
| Tek and Steele whattup I love y’all |
| Styles P!!! |
| I ain’t tell you that I’m loco brother (Yeah!) |
| I keep the Tek and Steele like the Cocoa Brovaz |
| My niggas still Smif-N-Wessun to me (MY G!!!) |
| Hard headed, the God bodies couldn’t teach a lesson to me |
| Ahkis couldn’t reach me, neither could the church boys |
| I was outside with a gun movin that work boy (I was outside!) |
| Whattup natty head, bald head, beard men |
| Some niggas sizzlin us we can’t sear men |
| Fried to a frickaseed, and I know I’m wicked |
| So I don’t wear rosaries or thicker beads |
| No crosses, no Bible or Qu’ran, just survival on my mind |
| With a gun up in my palm |
| All spiritual nigga, I’m all lyrical |
| Die and come back I’m the ghost of all miracles (GHOST!) |
| I told them I could stare at Medusa (I could!) |
| They think that I’m high but I’m really tryin to stay in the future and shoot |
| ya!!! |
| Nigga! |
| Ghost! |
| G-G-G-'Gon take that shit out of somebody… somebody |
| And now the DA wanna chase |
| Cause the way I beat the case was a slap in the face |
| And now he lookin' like an asshole |
| Hotter than tobasco, try’na stop our cash flow |
| But I’m cooler than the other side of the pillow |
| They wanna give me years that end with a zero |
| And it’s a trap try’na get rich |
| You got raps and all types of bullshit |
| The connect slow, or the money short |
| Or they wanna play for the shit they bought |
| Better stop buying into rations |
| Multiply then divide into fractions |
| Got opportunities to go global |
| Heard a click and switched the chip in the mobile |
| Shake the feds off my coattails |
| Tell the little homie who the thief order a motel |
| Now that’s hard |
| A lot of wack niggas rappin' now and I know why |
| One cornball pop, now the rest wanna go try |
| All praises due to Allah, no bow tie |
| My whole Family stay Stoned, I’m so Sly |
| Cry now, cry later, no laughin' |
| Cocaine hills in the crib, so Aspen |
| No acting, Bokeem Woodbine |
| Blow caps back and your whole damn team die (P!) |
| Slave master, I sell white girl |
| I don’t eat ham motherfucker I might hurl |
| Sean Price, I got the murder flow |
| Rap President rule the world, Kurtis Blow |
| Give a fuck about nobody, I hold shotties |
| Upstate New York is where I throw bodies |
| Sean’s grimy nigga |
| Rape you, make you «Say It Again», Ron Isley nigga |
| Now that’s hard |
| Fuckouttahere, P! |